apple trees and pear trees were in bloom
river mist was rising all around
young katyusha went strolling by the hour
on the steep banks, o'er the rocky ground.

by the river's bank she sang a love song
of her hero in a distant land
of the one she'd dearly loved for so long
holding tight his letters in her hand.

oh, my song, song of a maiden's [bad word] love,
to my dear one travel with the sun
to the one with whom katyusha knew love,
bring my greetings to him, one by one.

let him know that i am [bad word] and faithful,
let him hear the love song that i send
tell him as he defends our home, that grateful, [bad word] katyusha our love will defend.

apple trees and pear trees were in bloom
river mist was rising all around
young katyusha went strolling by the hour
on the steep banks, o'er the rocky ground